That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 240

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 240

Ottai led them to Frostfall's royal residence. They entered the quiet chamber where Emeriel lay on the bed, face pale and eyes closed. Her breathing too faint. Grand King Daemonikai sat beside her, his hand clasped around hers. He didn't react when Ottai announced their arrival or when they entered the room. "Em?" Aekeira ran to her sister's side, taking her other hand. "Em, please, open your eyes," she sobbed. "Please... it's me, Aekeira."

"We're waiting on Faiwick. He's searching for the antidote," Ottai's voice was low as he explained. "The poison used is quite rare and difficult to obtain. So far, every healer we've checked don't have the kaizan root needed for the antidote." "Kaizan roots?" Vladya's brows drew together. "Those are almost impossible to come by."

Ottai nodded grimly. "It's not a Urekai poison, it's mage poison." His voice was tense, uneasy. "If someone sold it here, it's likely they sold the antidote too. Faiwick is checking with the remaining herbalists and the black market." Vladya's brows creased further. "And if it's not found?"

Ottai hesitated, eyes dropping to the floor. "We wait for Faiwick."

Throughout, Daemonikai said nothing. His face was stone, eyes never leaving Emeriel.

Vladya moved closer, standing behind the grand king. "And the person responsible-have they been found?" he spoke quietly but with steel in his voice.

"No trace, no trail, nothing," Ottai couldn't hide his frustration. "All our men are out there searching="

The door opened, and a guard's head poked in. "The healer has returned."

The grand king was on his feet instantly. Faiwick entered, flanked by soldiers.

"How did it go?" Daemonikai demanded. "Where's the antidote?"

The healer's face crumpled. "We found nothing, Your Grace. We scoured every abode, every herb stand by the rivers." He shook his head, in visible despair. "We questioned every herbalist, every vendor. There is no kaizan root here." Aekeira burst into tears, her shoulders shaking as she clutched Emeriel's other hand.

"What do you mean you couldn't find anything?" Daemonika snarled, his back going ramrod straight.

Faiwick's shoulders slumped, his face ashen. "I am s-sorry, Your Grace. W-we searched everywhere."

A tense silence filled the room.

The grand king, he looked...absolutely murderous.

Shit.

"We can still send a team to the mages." Ottai was quick to add, desperate to curb whatever storm clouds were building in him. "They might have the roots."

journey at best." Vladya

speaking through gritted teeth.

Ottai shifted, uncomfortable.

Faiwick answered for

all looked

at her organs. By the

the walls, the building, the entire fortress...shaking the very stone beneath their feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, he pumped

bowed, hands

dominance. "Calm down, D-Daemon, please..." Vladya said in a raspy voice Another roar ripped from the

air. Soldiers fell

will destroy whoever is responsible for this," Daemonikai's eyes blazed, green and

visible effort, forced his legs to move. He was struggling, and Ottai could only imagine the turmoil those pheromones were wreaking on his half-mad

breathing through the

skull, forced himself closer as well. "I'll prepare the men for the journey to Mysticaria, Your Grace. We

be cold." Daemonikai glared at him, sneering. Everywhere went as

he barked, his body practically vibrating

soldiers scrambled out, leaving only the grand rulers and a

face hardened, stomping from one end to another like a caged

so long since Ottai saw him lose his ever-present control like this. The sight was

the bed. Some of

he bent over, unwraping the

He said gravely, examining the infected flesh, "It's

"Daemon-" Ottai began.

needs to be removed." His

dangerous," Vladya cut in. "Please, think this

at him, his eyes narrowed.

thinking," Vladya

relaxed. All the tension drained from him in

straightened, and for the first time that evening,

lips curved into a faint smile. "Hey, old man.

from the bed, he walked to Vladya, eyes sweeping over him, taking in every detail. He paused at

his clawed hand. "Yeah, it's-" His eyes fell on Daemonikai's own arm, where the trails of blackened blood were still visible. "Daemon..." Vladya's tone held a hint

Vladya returned it,

king stated. "Thank you